She again reached into her shorts and this time began to slowly circle her clit.As she began to speed up at the thought of his huge size pumping into ...er, she heard a loud voice from downstairs. "Dinner!" her mom shouted. "Come and get it or lose it!"Her hunger being greater than her horniness, she slipped her hand back out, grabbed a book, and headed downstairs...only then considering the awkwardness that could follow. She quietly made her way to the kitchen with the hope she had gotten. You now know what to do and you smile at me as I watch your hand snake down between the two of you and start to rub his cock. Your eyes never leave mine as you rub his cock for the rest of the dance. You retrun to your table and your date is obviously in a bit of discomfort trying to hide his erection. He starts to get more bold as he tries to reach deeper under the table to try to touch your pussy. You look at me and I point to the dance floor signaling that I want you to dance with him again.. But we both moved on to boys by middle school and I chalked it up as a rite of passage.Karen had been out of my life completely for years, and I scarcely thought about those days. Except for the times when David, my husband of ten years, was out of town or we hit a dry spell and I would resort to self-pleasureThen thoughts of Karen would flicker through my mind as I slowly brought myself along with light touches, first to my full round breasts... then my flat belly... and finally down to the. " What do you say then!" Can I please taste it, mistress Kryssi? I need to taste it now!" I begged."Good boy!" she cheered as she lowered her pussy onto my face.As soon as her wet pussy touched down on my face I quickly thrust my tongue deep inside her. Kryssi moaned with ecstasy as I gladly tongue-fucked her. I could taste the whipped cream inside of her mixing with her natural pussy juices. To me, her pussy was delicious a la carte and the cream was just a welcomed bonus. I made out with the.